SEVENTH GRADE.....NOT JUST SCHOOL TROUBLES(NOTE: LISTEN TO THE MUSIC SELECTION WHEN YOU SEE IT COME UP FOR FULL AFFECT ON THE STORY***)
When the first day of seventh grade came along, I had mixed feelings. I was so excited to see all my friends from last school year, but I was intemidated by all the new teachers, students and changes. I remember the first time I sat in my seventh grade seat, I knew that all that is happening was true. I same as in sixth grade. I am practicly a teenager, and responsability was slowly creeping up on me. I hated it. What happened to boys were icky? What changed when we could not appologize as soon as we made a mistake, or when you and you and your friend got in an arguement, and a simple hug could fix all problems. In this story, I will tell you what happened to the "good old days"
I made great friends all year, but if I had the chance to chang this seventh grade year, I would not. What happened all year (to me) is something that should remain in the past. Never in all my nine schools that I have attended to, or the short thirteen years of life gifted to me have I had to handel such pressure. In this one year, has to be the most life changing and challenging. Hugs couldn't fix problems anymore. l had to learn to handel things like an adult, because tomorrow, l'm gonna be one.
In July, I was told about the newest addition to the family. I was also told about my great-grandmother, and that it was time for her to live in heaven with her husband. That alone was life changing.
After all that news, I wasn't able to see happiness. I would feel grouchy and would envy the ones around me who could laugh with their friends. All I wanted was to be happy. I was lucky to have a mother that I could tell anything to. After telling her, I felt a little better. I went to school, feeling happy. I was smiling and felt as if a huge weight has been lifted. At around 3:30, I felt that this had to be too good to be true.
I was cheesein' all the way home. I still had that feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad was gonna happen. As I walk to the door to ring the doorbell, I notice that my mother is home from work. " This day keeps getting better" I thought to myself. My little brother answers the door, but with a glum look. I didn't understand why he was so sad on a day like this. He didnt even greet me like he always dose. I feel the tention in the house though. I knew why too. I just didn't wanna admit it. l made my way to my living room and saw my mother with swollen, puffy, sad eyes. "ma-maw is with her husband now" I felt the hot stream of stinging tears roll down my face. " no," l thought to myself. I went to the staircase, and didnt even have enough strength to walk up it. On the 4th step of the stairs, l sat there, hiding my face, crying. l eventually went upstairs to sit in front of the mirror tto look at how ugly crying makes you look. l stared at myself so long,l forgot about dinner, chores, and homework. I knew l had to get to bed at some piont, so at 2 o'clock in the morning, knowing that l had to wake in four hours, I layed in bed. The last four hours of sleep, l spent staring at the wall. l haven' my great-grandmothert seen my since l was in third grade.
When the funeral day came, I was scared. l never thought that the next time I would have seen my Ma-Maw was at her funeral. l also have never been to a funeral before or how to handel it. All l remember was the blurry vision from the tears. I'll never forget what ny mom said that night though. She told me that these things happen, and we need to see it as a way where she is happier and can't ever suffer again. She is so much happier where she is now then she had ever been on earth. She said we always had to see the positive in all situations, and live with it
Five months later, there was new life. Her name is Sarah Nicole Lowe, and she was born a premie, 4lbs, 3oz. All of a sudden the sadness was gone, and I could smile, and laugh without feeling guilty.
It was about a week later when she broke her femur,without any explanation. I was the one screaming at the idiots in the hospital, because a broken leg dosent happen out of no where. Sarah was diagnosed with ostiogeneseis imperfecta, (OI) which causes her to break her bones easily. I went home that day screaming at God. " How could you!?!?!?," I preyed. I thought that angels were supose to help people, not make matters worse.
But as soon as I was done, that very night, I remembered what my mom said about turning tragic situations into a positive one. l told myself that God would not have given Sarah to us unless he thought that we could handeled her the way we were supose to. l soon apoligized to God. l felt like l let him down. He thought l could handel this, and all l did was scream at him and complain. I went downstairs for dinner that night, and my mother was also sad about this, just as I saw the sadness, I told her that I'll make dinner tonught, and that she needed her rest. (she had a C-section, which is amazing, and a miracle because if she gave birth to Sarah naturally, she would have broken everybone in her body, or even killed her) I decided to eat with her in her room that night, and served her food in bed. l could tell that she has been crying. I told her the same thing she told me, and she smiled at me. The whole family slept good that night.
CURRENT:
-SARAH STAYED IN THE HOSPITAL FOR A TOTAL OF 29 DAYS, AND CAME HOME WHEN SHE WAS EXACTLY FOUR WEEKS OLD. -SINCE SHE HAS BEEN HOME, SHE HAS NOT BROKEN A SINGLE BONE! ALL BONES ARE HEALED!!!! -WHEN WE HAD A CHANCE TO SEE SARAH, WE NEVER SAW HER SMILE. SHE HAD NOTHING TO SMILE ABOUT, BUT ON APIL 1ST, SHE SMILED FOR THE 1ST TIME!!!!
-WE ALSO FIGURED OUT THAT SARAH LIKES CLASSICAL MUSIC!!! THIS IS HER FAVORITE MODERN CLASSICAL SONG(IT'LL GROW ON YOU)
THANKS TO THESE PEOPLE
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CARED ABOUT SARAH, AND ASKED ABOUT HER DAILY
WHITNEY HARPER, THANKS FOR BEING THE BEST SISTER ANYONE CAN EVER ASK FOR!!!!!!!!!
When the first day of seventh grade came along, I had mixed feelings. I was so excited to see all my friends from last school year, but I was intemidated by all the new teachers, students and changes. I remember the first time I sat in my seventh grade seat, I knew that all that is happening was true. I same as in sixth grade. I am practicly a teenager, and responsability was slowly creeping up on me. I hated it. What happened to boys were icky? What changed when we could not appologize as soon as we made a mistake, or when you and you and your friend got in an arguement, and a simple hug could fix all problems. In this story, I will tell you what happened to the "good old days"
I made great friends all year, but if I had the chance to chang this seventh grade year, I would not. What happened all year (to me) is something that should remain in the past. Never in all my nine schools that I have attended to, or the short thirteen years of life gifted to me have I had to handel such pressure. In this one year, has to be the most life changing and challenging. Hugs couldn't fix problems anymore. l had to learn to handel things like an adult, because tomorrow, l'm gonna be one.
In July, I was told about the newest addition to the family. I was also told about my great-grandmother, and that it was time for her to live in heaven with her husband. That alone was life changing.
After all that news, I wasn't able to see happiness. I would feel grouchy and would envy the ones around me who could laugh with their friends. All I wanted was to be happy. I was lucky to have a mother that I could tell anything to. After telling her, I felt a little better. I went to school, feeling happy. I was smiling and felt as if a huge weight has been lifted. At around 3:30, I felt that this had to be too good to be true.
I was cheesein' all the way home. I still had that feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad was gonna happen. As I walk to the door to ring the doorbell, I notice that my mother is home from work. " This day keeps getting better" I thought to myself. My little brother answers the door, but with a glum look. I didn't understand why he was so sad on a day like this. He didnt even greet me like he always dose. I feel the tention in the house though. I knew why too. I just didn't wanna admit it. l made my way to my living room and saw my mother with swollen, puffy, sad eyes. "ma-maw is with her husband now" I felt the hot stream of stinging tears roll down my face. " no," l thought to myself. I went to the staircase, and didnt even have enough strength to walk up it. On the 4th step of the stairs, l sat there, hiding my face, crying. l eventually went upstairs to sit in front of the mirror tto look at how ugly crying makes you look. l stared at myself so long,l forgot about dinner, chores, and homework. I knew l had to get to bed at some piont, so at 2 o'clock in the morning, knowing that l had to wake in four hours, I layed in bed. The last four hours of sleep, l spent staring at the wall. l haven' my great-grandmothert seen my since l was in third grade.
When the funeral day came, I was scared. l never thought that the next time I would have seen my Ma-Maw was at her funeral. l also have never been to a funeral before or how to handel it. All l remember was the blurry vision from the tears. I'll never forget what ny mom said that night though. She told me that these things happen, and we need to see it as a way where she is happier and can't ever suffer again. She is so much happier where she is now then she had ever been on earth. She said we always had to see the positive in all situations, and live with it
Five months later, there was new life. Her name is Sarah Nicole Lowe, and she was born a premie, 4lbs, 3oz. All of a sudden the sadness was gone, and I could smile, and laugh without feeling guilty.
It was about a week later when she broke her femur,without any explanation. I was the one screaming at the idiots in the hospital, because a broken leg dosent happen out of no where. Sarah was diagnosed with ostiogeneseis imperfecta, (OI) which causes her to break her bones easily. I went home that day screaming at God. " How could you!?!?!?," I preyed. I thought that angels were supose to help people, not make matters worse.
But as soon as I was done, that very night, I remembered what my mom said about turning tragic situations into a positive one. l told myself that God would not have given Sarah to us unless he thought that we could handeled her the way we were supose to. l soon apoligized to God. l felt like l let him down. He thought l could handel this, and all l did was scream at him and complain. I went downstairs for dinner that night, and my mother was also sad about this, just as I saw the sadness, I told her that I'll make dinner tonught, and that she needed her rest. (she had a C-section, which is amazing, and a miracle because if she gave birth to Sarah naturally, she would have broken everybone in her body, or even killed her) I decided to eat with her in her room that night, and served her food in bed. l could tell that she has been crying. I told her the same thing she told me, and she smiled at me. The whole family slept good that night.
CURRENT:
-SARAH STAYED IN THE HOSPITAL FOR A TOTAL OF 29 DAYS, AND CAME HOME WHEN SHE WAS EXACTLY FOUR WEEKS OLD.-SINCE SHE HAS BEEN HOME, SHE HAS NOT BROKEN A SINGLE BONE! ALL BONES ARE HEALED!!!!
-WHEN WE HAD A CHANCE TO SEE SARAH, WE NEVER SAW HER SMILE. SHE HAD NOTHING TO SMILE ABOUT, BUT ON APIL 1ST, SHE SMILED FOR THE 1ST TIME!!!!
-WE ALSO FIGURED OUT THAT SARAH LIKES CLASSICAL MUSIC!!! THIS IS HER FAVORITE MODERN CLASSICAL SONG(IT'LL GROW ON YOU)
THANKS TO THESE PEOPLE
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CARED ABOUT SARAH, AND ASKED ABOUT HER DAILYWHITNEY HARPER, THANKS FOR BEING THE BEST SISTER ANYONE CAN EVER ASK FOR!!!!!!!!!